I've found happiness in preparing food. No other activity grounds me more fully and alights all my senses and keeps me in the "now". Mincing and dicing soothe me. Reading cookbooks excite me. Taste testing keeps me present. I love the colors and the aromas. I love supermarkets. I'm addicted to farmer's markets. In the past week I cooked chicken stir fry for 140 women at Rosie's Place in the South End of Boston, prepared farmer's market tamales for my wife on Halloween night, and prepared an autumnal salad with roasted delicata squash as part of a potluck dinner for my besties -- nothing brought me greater joy.
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